“…he seemed to have lost the ability not only to see color, but to imagine or remember it, even to dream of it. Nevertheless, like an amnesiac, he in some way remained conscious of having lost color, after a lifetime of chromatic vision, and complained of his world feeling impoverished, grotesque, abnormal — his art, his food, even his wife looked ‘leaden’ to him.”
– Oliver Sacks, The Island Of The Colorblind
Greetings from South Carolina. The past few days I’ve done nothing but swim, tan, play the ukulele, walk the beach, eat and read. I’m in paradise.
I foolishly thought I’d be able to leave the book behind, but I forgot how the ocean waves have a way of clearing your mind of junk and leaving it free to do the good thinking. So, I’ve resumed working in my sketchbook. This afternoon I drew a boy battling the waves with his raft. It was perfect.
Other highlights: last night Meghan made her famous shrimp boil, and this morning I finished Elmore Leonard’s spectacular GET SHORTY.
It’s supposed to be 90 degrees up in Cleveland…hope everyone’s staying cool.